Millennium, a dusty jewel that once sparkled in coast. With tall buildings and kind people, some believed it to be the next utopia. Only for the economy to crash like crumbling glass. The streets becoming harsher, more grim. With humans faces growing hard, and their eyes turning dark.
Creating a living for ones self became more and more difficult. Some thrived, staying in the centre in grand apartments and happy lives. While others had to scrounge in the trash, finding that the only way to continue to provide for ones self, is to hunt the weak and take advantage of anything legal or not.
And with the rise of crime becoming apparent. So did the rise of heroes. Humans with powerful abilities. The city taking to people like Captain Powerhouse and Wicked Wonder. Only to turn a blind eye to the vigilantes. The ones who work behind the scenes, the ones who will think no task to small for their hand. And yet, many are hunted by the police, often mistaken to be seen as a threat. For even when the greatest protection was given by supers, they were still looked upon with fear and disdain.
The air was damp with ended rain, a cooling mist that clung to one's cloths, seeping to their bones. Men and women of all kinds, hurrying their footsteps to escape the second shower that the clouds, pregnant with rain, foretold. The streets still busy with traffic, the honking horns and angry shots of others only adding to the far away sound of thunder.
Clutching her bag with a pale hand. A young woman stood near a news station, head tilted down and breathing soft. Her ethereal hair dampened, taking a shine of silver. Bundled in a thick coat of reds and violets, a rottweiler standing dutiful at her side, his eyes keen, taking the place of the closed lids from his master.
Few standing near her, she allowed a sigh to escape her lips. The red vested dog looking worried for his master, feeling the uneasiness at the words that echoed across the streets.
"This just in, another sighting of the mysterious super wearing a bird skull has been captured last night. The super has been seen in Burak street, near multiple gang related areas. Police are investigating but fear that the unknown super being a criminal is still at large. If you see this person then do not approach, he or she is seen to be extremely dangerous as we do not know their ability. Back to you rob"
The mumbling of others began to take over. A rouge super, someone to be seen as extremely dangerous. The words stung like a pin prick in her index finger, she was simply trying to help, to ease the suffering that others have to face, so that they would never have to face their horrors alone.
Sadly, normal humans would never understand, least not all of them. She was told that Raven Tale's appearance was rather intimidating, menacing in fact. Still, it was a stark difference from what she was, so she will remain that way. "Let go home boy." The dog at her side rose it's head. Leading her dutifully down the streets, the faint sheet of rain began to fall upon her back, causing their strides to quicken. The feint growl or snort telling her when to stop, or if the road was clear for her.
There was a saying the often found her ears. How those with a wicked mind would prowl more often during a night with rain. All the more reason to done her mask tonight and keep the streets safe. Even if the police believe she is not one of them.
Creating a living for ones self became more and more difficult. Some thrived, staying in the centre in grand apartments and happy lives. While others had to scrounge in the trash, finding that the only way to continue to provide for ones self, is to hunt the weak and take advantage of anything legal or not.
And with the rise of crime becoming apparent. So did the rise of heroes. Humans with powerful abilities. The city taking to people like Captain Powerhouse and Wicked Wonder. Only to turn a blind eye to the vigilantes. The ones who work behind the scenes, the ones who will think no task to small for their hand. And yet, many are hunted by the police, often mistaken to be seen as a threat. For even when the greatest protection was given by supers, they were still looked upon with fear and disdain.
Aurora
The air was damp with ended rain, a cooling mist that clung to one's cloths, seeping to their bones. Men and women of all kinds, hurrying their footsteps to escape the second shower that the clouds, pregnant with rain, foretold. The streets still busy with traffic, the honking horns and angry shots of others only adding to the far away sound of thunder.
Clutching her bag with a pale hand. A young woman stood near a news station, head tilted down and breathing soft. Her ethereal hair dampened, taking a shine of silver. Bundled in a thick coat of reds and violets, a rottweiler standing dutiful at her side, his eyes keen, taking the place of the closed lids from his master.
Few standing near her, she allowed a sigh to escape her lips. The red vested dog looking worried for his master, feeling the uneasiness at the words that echoed across the streets.
"This just in, another sighting of the mysterious super wearing a bird skull has been captured last night. The super has been seen in Burak street, near multiple gang related areas. Police are investigating but fear that the unknown super being a criminal is still at large. If you see this person then do not approach, he or she is seen to be extremely dangerous as we do not know their ability. Back to you rob"
The mumbling of others began to take over. A rouge super, someone to be seen as extremely dangerous. The words stung like a pin prick in her index finger, she was simply trying to help, to ease the suffering that others have to face, so that they would never have to face their horrors alone.
Sadly, normal humans would never understand, least not all of them. She was told that Raven Tale's appearance was rather intimidating, menacing in fact. Still, it was a stark difference from what she was, so she will remain that way. "Let go home boy." The dog at her side rose it's head. Leading her dutifully down the streets, the faint sheet of rain began to fall upon her back, causing their strides to quicken. The feint growl or snort telling her when to stop, or if the road was clear for her.
There was a saying the often found her ears. How those with a wicked mind would prowl more often during a night with rain. All the more reason to done her mask tonight and keep the streets safe. Even if the police believe she is not one of them.